Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused,

must’ve been a brain

was speechless, […]

nobody knew

earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about

from her grandmother. The technical jargon was almost alien to her, making for a challenging

through the pages with

thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the true experts, she was

to double down

brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to regain energy,” Lorna advised

always open to good advice, nodded

setting her alarm when a new message popped up on

are you asking about this Everard

moment

response came quickly, No way. Is he

do you

to deliberate for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real life.

by keeping her distance? They hadn’t even

Cordelia sighed deeply, replying. I can’t stay

she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would.

she could decide, Louie replied,

Louie understood her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she

Louie went silent.

ten minutes, but still no message. Was there

found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your

He actually knew!

hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but

typed a single word

was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone jarring in

Everard’s number. What

and a familiar voice, more velvety than she

stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking.

so soothing